


Three Way Clash

by MoonlightSyreen



Category: The Clash
Genre: Anal Sex, Blowjobs, Cuddling, Exhibitionism, M/M, Multi, Polygamy, Rimming, Semi Public Sex, Shower Sex, Threesome, Triad - Freeform
Language: English
Status: In-Progress
Published: 2021-02-09
Updated: 2021-02-09
Packaged: 2021-03-18 14:20:30
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Chapters: 2
Words: 5,113
Publisher: archiveofourown.org
Story URL: https://archiveofourown.org/works/29244957
Author URL: https://archiveofourown.org/users/MoonlightSyreen/pseuds/MoonlightSyreen
Summary: Triad relationship between Joe, Paul, and Mick. Just something I felt like writing and there might be more chapters.
Relationships: Mick Jones/Joe Strummer, Mick Jones/Paul Simonon, Mick Jones/Paul Simonon/Joe Strummer, Paul Simonon/Joe Strummer
Comments: 9
Kudos: 5





	1. Time Moved so Damn Fast

When Paul and Joe had asked him to come see them, he hadn't thought too much of it. Mainly he thought Joe had a new idea or two for some songs and wanted to go over them and get opinions. What they proposed, however, made his world tilt. He'd stared at his two best mates blankly for a long while as he tried to wrap his head around it. It wasn't helping that the other two were acting so nonchalant, almost comfortable, about the idea of forming a three way relationship...in the 1970s. Paul had an arm wrapped around Joe's waist as the older man leaned against him with his long legs propped up on the table as they watched him back.

"I don't...I can't," he’d stuttered as he looked between them, feeling flustered and out of place as he tried thinking about how all of this would work out if he did actually say yes to it, "P-Paul?"

Despite being the “youngest” of the group, Paul had always been the most level headed. He didn’t go into irrational manics like Joe or abruptly jump into an angry mindset like Mick and he didn’t drop into hardcore drugs like Topper had. He’d always been a wave that calmly wrapped around them, letting them be but making sure they didn’t go and burn themselves or anyone around them. Try to, in Topper's case. It was sore spot for him that he couldn't help as much as he wanted to there.

The blonde had watched him for a long moment, eyes going from hesitant to soft as he said honestly,"We love ya, Mick. There's room enough for ya in our relationship if yer all right wit it."

That...didn't help as much as it should. Mick felt himself go bright red at the confession, the sheer warmth of the invitation frightening him. He wasn't very open about his complete sexuality and it wasn't completely about how society looked down on homosexuals. His grandmother (he adored that woman, no problem there) wasn't a religious nut, but was enough for him to be uncomfortable telling her that he liked both sexes. The only reason the whole band knew was because he'd been pissed drunk and started making comments about both birds and blokes in the bar. Paul and Topper had choked on their drinks while both of Joe's eyebrows had flown up to his hairline.

_"You like blokes," he'd asked curiously and it took Mick a moment to wonder what he was talking about, waving a hand at the tall tattooed man that'd just walked by._

_"Why'd I gotta pick," he'd slurred, almost falling off his chair if not for Topper catching him,"Ever....everypeople is pr-prettys."_

_Joe had blinked at him for a moment before a grin crawled its way across his mouth as the other man continued to ramble. Mick stalled as his eyes dropped down. Joe had such wonderful lips, he wanted to kiss him silly...maybe bite a little to see how red they could become. To his horror the next day, he told him just that. Everyone had shushed him, Joe still grinning as he looked around to make sure no one was listening, gently pushing his head down to try and quiet him._

_"I'd let you," he'd whispered into his ear. The sound of it and the heat of his mouth against his ear still made him feel like a mess._

He was brought out of his memories when he felt a hand on his knee and saw Strummer squatting down in front of him,"Ya don't need to say nothin' now, Mick. We know it's a lot to take in and process."

They didn’t talk about it anymore after that, just hung out together by going over songs and watching telly together before Mick left. That had been almost a month ago...he still couldn't wrap his head around it. Even as he now laid in between the two of them, running his fingers down Paul’s spine while Joe snored quietly into his neck.

A week ago, another gig done, and Mick had seen them. They didn't kiss or anything but Paul had leaned down to press his forehead against Joe's. Just breathing and being as they grinned like maniacs with the adrenaline still pumping through them. It was something that had been done so many times before, but now Mick saw the intimacy in it and the sight wouldn't leave him alone. He saw it on the back of his eyelids when he shut them to sleep or he'd daydream about it during warm ups. It was becoming a craving so strong that he found himself start to lean towards whichever one of them was closest to him before he'd catch himself. He didn't know if Paul noticed, but Joe apparently had. After their last gig a couple of days ago, he'd cornered Mick in a small dark area just behind the stage. His eyes were still wild and bright as he grabbed Mick by the back of his neck and pressed them together like Paul and he had done, grinning wildly at the guitarist as they breathed. Something neglected in Mick woke up screaming and before he knew it he had smashed his lips against the frontman's. It was sloppy and awkward and desperate, but Joe pulled him back in when he tried breaking away to apologize. He'd pressed him against the wall, smelling of leather and sweat that made the guitarist that much more needy, and grabbed Mick's hips to grind their crotches together. Mick hissed at the pleasure, head tilted back against the wall as he tightened his hand in Joe's hair.

"Ya feel that," Joe groaned against his throat as he pressed harder,"how fuckin' easy ya get me goin'?"

Before he could respond, Joe pulled away. Mick whined as his warmth disappeared and cracked his eyes open. He almost had a heart attack when he saw someone else looming beside Joe in the small space. It took him a moment to realize it was Paul, holding Joe back by his jacket. Blue eyes took in Mick's red flushed face and Joe's kiss plumped lips before he moved to slide his arm through Mick's and led them all out of the area, quickly locating Topper so they could leave. The blast of cool air was refreshing...and also calmed him down to let his brain have time to think how stupid it was to do that when anyone could've come up on them. They were incredibly lucky it was Paul who found them. He felt sheepish as he looked over at Joe. However, Joe was showing off his crooked chompers with how widely he was grinning, completely unapologetic as he eyed the guitarist hungrily. Mick eventually managed a shy smile at him as they dropped their drummer off and went up the steps leading to their apartment, heart pounding the closer they got.

" _This is a bad idea. This is such a bad idea_ ,"Mick thought to himself as he watched Joe head off into the kitchen and heard Paul shut the door behind them, still keeping a hand on his arm. The blonde appeared in his sight before moving closer to him slowly, like he was approaching a spooked animal. He dipped down to ghost his lips over Mick's and, when he saw the guitarist wasn't protesting, wrapped him up to pull him in for more. The gentle kisses made the worries rattling around in the guitarist's head stop for a moment.

"How....how would this work," he asked between kisses, wincing at the croak in his voice. 

Paul kissed him again before murmuring softly,"For now, nothin' too different than wot we've been doin'. You can choose ta stay at yer place or stay wit us every night or 'owever ya want. Difference 'ill be dates. Some wit all of us and some separate."

A final kiss and Paul gently herded him into the living room, just as Joe came out of the kitchen with some beers for them all. Mick drank his greedily, his throat felt like he hadn't drunk anything in a few years. Joe never took his eyes away from the guitarist as he drank his own beer. Mick stared at him helplessly, knowing their thoughts were in sync at that moment.

He heard Paul's voice murmur from far away as Joe stared at him intensely,"We don' ‘ave ta do anythin’ now. Only until you're comfortable. For now, we can get into bed ta cuddle 'nd kiss or sleep if ya want."

Mick felt another tremor run through his body at the thought of being squished between the other two with soft, warm kisses every so often. He found he wanted it so much, he might drop dead if it didn't happen soon. He whimpered his consent and Joe took a last gulp of his beer, put it on the table, and swooped in to pick him up and trotted to the bedroom. Paul smirked at the bewildered look Mick sent him and sauntered after them. 

"We'll go on a date sometime next week," he said as he stripped down to his boxers while Joe set Mick down at the edge of the bed so they could do the same. After a thought, he went to grab an old tank before crawling into bed, settling on his back and closing his eyes as Joe restarted where they'd left off at the bar.

“Tell me no ’nd I’ll stop,” he rushed out as he kissed down Mick’s neck, scraping his teeth over his throat. Mick gasped at the sensation and twisted his fingers in Joe’s hair again, pulling him back to nip at his mouth. 

“Just this,” Mick gasped as he reached under the band of Joe’s underpants to squeeze his arse,”No…” 

He trailed off, but Joe knew what he was getting at.

“Yeah,” he panted, pushing the guitarist down on the bed and climbing on top. As they kissed, his hand ran down Mick’s abdomen into his underpants to wrap around the hard cock he found there.

“God, yer thick,” he said, nuzzling into Mick’s neck and Paul’s eyes cracked open when he felt Mick’s body wiggle into his as Joe tugged his underwear down to his thighs. He kissed the unruly curls he found and held onto his hips as he thrashed from Joe’s relentless determination," Want me ta blow ya?"

Mick shook his head, unable to speak. He knew if Joe so much as breathed on his cock, he’d be finished. Even thinking about it was bringing him close. The hand was abruptly gone, and he had to stop himself from crying out. Paul shushed him, kissing his temple as he watched Joe quickly spit in his hand before coming back to jack Mick off at a much faster pace. Though he did pause every so often to squeeze him gently.

“Yer teasin’ me,” Mick whined, trying to buck into the fist holding him. Joe kissed him to distract him a little better, pushing him back enough to feel every contour of Paul’s front against his back and once more climbing partially on top of him. The weight felt wonderful, as did all the kisses, and the nails digging into his arse. However, he wasn't expecting Joe to slip a hand between his cheeks, gently pressing a finger against his untouched entrance. The touch startled him out of the haze of lust, making him remember where he was and what he was doing. With his best mates, no less. Panic slammed into him and he found it hard to breath. Paul felt the sudden tension and could partially see what had gotten him that way. He gently pushed Joe back to help Mick calm.

"You all right," his deep voice asked, holding Mick loosely to give him some space as he got his breathing under control. Mick nodded quickly, glancing up at Joe as the other man took his hand away.

"'M sorry," he said softly, rubbing Mick's cheek and kissing him,"I shoulda thought...I wasn't gonna bugger ya."

"I was gonna cum," the guitarist said, embarrassed by his reaction. However, Paul just pulled him close again, pressing his lips against his temple.

"Do ya want him to make ya cum?"

Mick groaned, throwing his arm over his eyes. He did. He really did. He felt like he'd been on edge for hours!

Paul glanced up to see Joe watching with a mixture of impatience and concern, quietly stroking his own aching cock as he did. The blonde beckoned him over and Joe was pinning Mick between them again, touching and kissing until he was back on the edge. His kisses were slower, more grounding, but wonderful in a different way than his lust crazed ones.

“C'mon,” Paul’s voice breathed in his ear as he twisted and gasped,”It’s ok, you can cum. I’ve gotcha. Joe’s gotcha. C'mon, cum for us.”

His hands slid from Mick’s hips down to his inner thighs, rubbing circles into the tender flesh as Joe’s hand became a blur with how fast he was jacking him. Joe smothered his cries with a hard kiss, pulling Mick so close it started to hurt, when the guitarist’s release finally spilled into his hand. Paul sucked a hickey into Mick's neck as his entire body became limp and Joe slowed his strokes until Mick felt semi human shaped again. As he stretched back to wipe his hand off, Mick's eyes were drawn downwards to Joe's straining erection. It was peeking out of his underpants now, the head flushed a dark red that made Mick want to kiss and suck on it. Before he could work up the courage for it, however, Paul lifted him up to switch places so he could plant himself in front of Joe. The surprised vocalist's arms immediately came up to wrap around his neck, pulling him in for a kiss.

“You gotta be quiet,” Paul warned,”Or I’m gonna gag you.”

He saw the look on Joe’s face and quickly pulled his underwear off and shoved them in his mouth. Without anything else distracting them, Paul went downwards. Mick couldn’t see anything, but Joe started thrashing. His legs were soon joining his hands over Paul’s shoulders and the muffled cries got a little louder. Mick felt his mouth go dry at the sight. It didn’t take long for the brunette to cum, already so worked up through everything they’ve done. Paul pulled off of him slowly, pulling the underwear out of his mouth and kissing him.

“Gonna be good now,” he asked with a raised eyebrow at Joe’s glazed eyes. The brunette gave him a blissed out grin that made him shake his head and kiss him fondly. He looked back at Mick with a frown, trying to work something out, eyes darting between the three of them. Mick got what it was and pushed him down onto his back. He pulled Joe upwards towards him and nestled down into the crook of Paul’s arm, so they were both partially laying on top of him.

That had been three days ago. The cuddle piles had become something of a regular occurrence.

A soft huff made him blink. Paul's bleary eyes were staring up at him in amusement and it took Mick a moment to realize his hands had wandered down to the blonde's backside. He moved his hands upwards again with a blush, but Paul caught a hand and pressed it firmly back down on its previous spot. He promptly fell back asleep, leaving Mick chuckling a the behavior and pressing a kiss to his cheek. 

He had a feeling he was going to enjoy this new relationship.


	2. Chapter 2

**Summary for the Chapter:**

> I like this in some places...other places I'm not so sure how well it flows, so tell me what you think.

It had been months and Mick….well, he was he was really happy.

There were bumps. Like how he was still coming to terms with the fact that he could let the other two love on him when they weren't in bed. Even in the apartment he was always conscious of windows and who might be looking in, accidental or no. The dates surprisingly helped. It wasn’t as hard to go on them when there were three of them like he’d thought it would be. People just assumed they were hanging out as long as they didn’t touch too much or too intimately…or kiss. It didn't stop him from feeling like he was going to have a heart attack when they went on their first one to a cozy little fish n chips shop. 

Joe had moved his chair over so close his whole leg was pressed against Mick's. Up top, Paul had leaned in so their shoulders kept touching and obscured the view of Joe's fingers as he wrapped them around Mick's pinky and ring fingers. They started chatting at each other before pulling Mick in when they saw him slowly relaxing as no one noticed the small, much appreciated touches.

Needless to say, they haven't had sex yet. Mick was still a bit unsure how he could fit into that or to initiate. The other two understood. Paul was slowly trying to warm him up to it with soft, teasing touches that'd leave him trembling and wanting or kisses that'd make his insides feel like jelly. Joe was a fucking maniac. He was still respectful of Mick's boundaries, almost throwing himself off of the guitarist if he said something was too much, but he also took advantage of them to an almost impossible degree. It felt like he was getting snogged and grounded on almost every time he turned a corner. When he asked Paul about it, the answer that he was given, with the toothiest grin yet, almost made him die. Apparently, this was slow for Joe.

“I still can’t decide if he starts calmin’ down after a while…or you just get used ta all ‘is energy,” he said with amusement. Mick was leaning more towards the latter. So many bloody kisses!

Mick wandered into the kitchen, watching Paul cook something on the stove as Joe read the paper at the table. He went over to Joe first to snag a kiss that put heat in the brunette’s eyes before heading over to give a little peck over Paul’s shoulder, snuggling into his naked back. It wasn't long before Mick frowned when he realized Joe hadn't been as playful as usual. Looking back over at him, he saw he looked....tense. Not the good kind. His face was taut, he was frowning, and his leg was bouncing. He caught Mick watching him and folded the paper.

"Can I leave you two alone today without trouble," he teased as he came over, slipping an arm around the guitarist's waist.

”Eh?”

“Gonna shove off fer a bit,” Joe said, stealing kisses from both of them,”Mum's in town.”

He made a face and Mick winced. He knew they had a rough patch there when it came to Joe’s parents. Joe kissed his temple at the look and waved before heading out the door.

“He’ll be all right,” Paul rumbled, when they stood in silence for some time after the door closed,”He’s not as mad at her.”

Mick tightened his grip but happily chewed on the little tidbits Paul fed him over his shoulder. As he started to plate up, Mick watched as his shoulder blades would move and flex under the skin in an enticing way. Without thinking, he brushed his lips against the area.

He felt more than he saw the twitch before the taller man craned his neck around to raise an eyebrow at him. Mick knew what he was thinking. He never really went off from kissing lips unless he wanted physical attention. Despite the innocent reaction at first, Mick pressed another kiss against the thin skin, letting his lips linger as he took on the stare. Paul blinked at him before turning back to turn off the heat and put breakfast on the counter. Then he turned fully to lean against said counter and continued to watch him in silence. Mick chewed on his lip before letting his eyes wander down to the wonderful view of tanned skin stretched tight over hard abs and disappearing below his jeans. He was brought out of his ogling when Paul reached for him to grab him by the belt loop, tugging him close enough to snag a kiss that turned into a snog. Paul smirked at how enthusiastic the guitarist was, making soft noises every time he pulled away to catch a breath. He made a particularly enticing noise when he pressed his tongue right under his ear. He pulled away, eventually, and just admired his handiwork until Mick realized he wasn't coming back in.

“Lemme take ya out today,” he murmured, kissing the tip of his nose,"New movie out, wanna try it?"

Despite the cold day, Mick allowed himself to be coaxed out of the flat. He felt giddy as he and Paul ducked into the movie as this was the first separate date they'd be going on. Unlike his dates with Joe, here he was able to touch and kiss Paul throughout the movie since they were in the back. It was dark enough to make anything they did like a trick of the movie screen light...or people could mistake Mick's long hair for a bird's. Paul got smacked for that comment.

Afterwards they play wrestled over what to get to eat before scampering home when it started to get dark. Mick kept having to dodge as Paul swiped at him as he chased him down the streets, getting his own elbows in each time the blonde missed him. By the time they fell through the door, Paul grinning at him evilly as he kicked the door shut, Mick's blood was pounding in more ways than one. The blonde jumped over the back of the couch to tackle Mick as he tried going around it to get something between them. Mick flipped them over as he tried getting himself balanced and Paul had to struggle for a bit to get back on top. Mick was pretty flexible, wiggling out of his grasp so he couldn't be pinned. Finally, though, Paul got him. He managed to get him on his back long enough to bite down (hard, but very carefully) on his throat. Mick yelped at the harsh bite and stilled, panting and grinning as Paul let him go with a snicker. 

"Shit," Paul breathed as he stared down at him. Mick wiggled uncomfortably and Paul leaned down to kiss him, soft little pecks that never failed to relax him. He pulled back a moment to look him in the eyes and say,"Yer fuckin' beautiful, ya know that?"

Mick averted his gaze, once more caught of guard and suddenly feeling shy by how genuine he sounded. More kisses followed along with Paul's hands sliding upwards under his shirt to remove it. Mick froze as his mind jumped to how all this play could lead to sex. Damn it, he wanted it. He did! He’d been having dreams about it lately, but when the actual possibility of it comes up he freezes. Paul saw his look, felt the sudden tension, and sat back on his heels. Mick tried to follow him up, but a gentle hand kept him down. Slowly, the hand started moving. Down his chest and through the teasing happy trail that stopped at his jeans. It was soothing and arousing all at once.

“I’m not goin' any further,” Paul’s quiet voice said, making him open his closed eyes,”if ya don’t say anythin'...do ya want me to keep going?”

The touches never stopped. An even slide up and down his body. A thumb brushing against his belly on one slide. Despite being in a slightly vulnerable position, his back against the floor and legs spread to let the blonde slide a knee between them, he felt…safe. He wanted to stay like this forever. Instead, he shut his eyes and whispered hoarsely,”Yeah.”

One the next slide, Paul’s hand went further up to cup his cheek, rubbing circles against his cheekbone before coming in for a kiss. Mick could feel his other hand reach down to flick his button open and unzip his fly. When he got the pants around his ankles, Paul moved down. Mick had grown soft, but he was still showing interest. Paul reached to take him in hand, stroking over the soft skin and weighing his bollocks in the other. Mick gasped at the feeling and struggled to keep his legs flat, trying not to buck. He was used to too light touches if a bird even did touched him there. The other man smirked and leaned in to press kisses against his pubic bone, sliding his hand through the mess of pubic hair, and gave a few harmless tugs. It felt surprisingly good and Mick was a little embarrassed about how quickly he was getting hard with all the gentle loving. The bass player had a small smile as he pressed more kisses against his thigh.

“Can I suck ya off,” he asked. It took Mick a moment to figure out what he was asking. That was something easy. He knew how good that felt and agreed easily. Paul slipped his lips around the slightly hard erection, just holding him in his mouth for a moment to savor the feeling as he ran his hands up and down Mick’s thighs. Then he got to work and showed Mick the error of his thinking. It was different with another bloke doing it. Far better. The bass player knew the right amount of suction, where to apply it, and all the little hot spots. It was also more intense because he wouldn't shut his eyes. He stared right at Mick as he went back and forth and the guitarist found he couldn't break eye contact either, completely engrossed with the way his cock looked thrusting pass his lips. 

"Nice thickness on ya,” Paul said casually, when he pulled off to breathe for a moment, wiping his mouth,"Can't wait to see ya split Strummer on it...or feel it myself."

He ran his tongue along the vein on the underside and Mick had to bite down on his palm to keep himself quiet.

“You, too,” he finally managed to moan, grabbing strands of blonde hair in his fist,”Wanna see yer cock.”

Paul didn’t stop sucking until he needed to pull his pants off completely. He stood back up, picked Mick up, and set him down on the couch before kneeling above him so he could wrap his hand around both their erections. Mick bit his lip as he started stroking them. The bass player's cock was long and, though not as girthy as Mick's was, had enough thickness on it to be intimidating.

“‘M not fucking ya,” he said when he saw the slightest scared look on Mick's face,”Not yet.” 

Mick opened his mouth to protest (however weakly) but Paul stopped him with a long kiss, a hand tugging on his hair, and a good amount of pressure on his cock. The protest turned into a moan. 

"Don't rush," Paul gasped as he found a nice angle for both of them and squeezed his hand a little harder,"We're not goin' anywhere, yeah?" 

Mick sat up to wrap his arms around Paul's neck, burying his face there. He hated that he got so skittish. He hated that it was taking him so long for him to become comfortable. They were being so patient with him...

Mick jolted when he opened his eyes, blinking owlishly when he saw Joe was watching them from the kitchen. Neither of them had heard the door opening or closing to signal he was back, not even the loud rustling of grocery bags got through to them if the two next to Joe were anything to go by. The brunette was leaning against the counter with a small smile as he took in the scene with a fag between his fingers. He looked exhausted despite the smile.

“Havin' fun,” he drawled.

“Yeah,” Mick said unconsciously as Paul slowed, flushing pink when Joe’s smile widened.

“Yeah,” he teased, as he slumped down onto his crossed arms. Paul jerked his head a little at him, quietly asking if he wanted to join, but Joe shook his head,”I’ma little too drained. Keep goin’. I wanna watch.”

Paul gave Joe a three beat stare, a silent communication that Mick hadn’t quite got the hang of yet. However, instead of continuing, Paul once more had Mick up in his arms and brought him over to the counter. Joe looked just as confused as Mick felt.

“Hi,” Mick said from his upside down position as Paul went looking for something.

“Hullo,” the brunette said back with a small smirk and ran his fingers through Mick’s mused curls.

“He’s not fuckin’ me...so what’s ‘e gonna do,” Mick asked curiously. Joe raised an eyebrow as he thought for a moment before smirking.

“I think ‘e’s gonna fuck yer thighs.”

“...my thighs?”

Joe grinned as Paul came back with some lube,”Feels nice, you’ll like it.”

The guitarist twitched when Paul slathered a good amount of lube around his thighs and cock. He paused for a moment, debating, before capping it and putting both of Mick’s legs over his shoulder.

“Squeeze down every time he pulls out,” Joe instructed as Paul pushed his cock between his legs, sliding it against his cock and bollocks. He forgot Joe’s instructions the first few times, but when he did, he loved the low groan that rumbled out of the blonde as he pulled out. Joe watched them with heavy eyes as he smoked, every so often leaning down to kiss Mick or brushing his hand against both their cocks when they were aligned. Meeting with his mother really did take a bit out of him emotionally. Usually he'd have no trouble joining. Right now, he couldn't even think about getting Mick riled with his usual dirty talk. The other man got so worked up about it, Joe had been gleefully working on a plan to find the right combination of words to get him to cum with as little stimulation as possible.

He smirked at the thought as Mick finally came with a high pitched gasp, shooting his load up across his abdomen before Paul's joined him a few thrusts later.

What a song that'll be.

**Notes for the Chapter:**

> Bonus:
> 
> "Why do ya pick me up so much," Mick suddenly asked the next afternoon as Paul practiced some chords.
> 
> "It's fun ta pick ya up," Paul said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
> 
> "You don't pick Joe up half as much as me. He's smaller."
> 
> Something playful flickered in Paul's eyes and he slid a look over towards Joe. The older man's eyes narrowed as he put down his fag.
> 
> "Joe's too old to haul around, yeah? Not as cute."
> 
> Mick snorted into his drink as Joe knocked Paul off his chair, wrestling around with the blonde on the floor.


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